Talk:Wreck of the Clawkeel/@comment-3135907-20130223174641/@comment-1298206-20160903162032

Halftooth, not exactly being the best thinker under pressure (or in most other circumstances for that matter), panted as his heart raced with the sounds of arrows hissing through the hair outside and the angry chatter of the tree rats filling his ears. "Wot're we gonna do? We're gonna die if'n we stay 'ere!"